Monday, December 26, 2011
He was a rescue bear, from a gift shop. He was on the top shelf of a display filled with bears and other assorted animals, and when I saw him I knew he was just what I didnt know I needed until then.
He has his own tray table, and a large glass of bear juice every morning with his toast. He's a bit messy about the juice, so I always serve towels too.
Another friend made him a furry tail, since he was a Manx Bear, and had none of his own. He said he always felt the lack, even though he knew it wasn't his fault, and when he got his new tail he was very happy indeed. He kept switching around very fast to try to see it, and nearly hurt himself, so I taught him how to use the mirror. As he said later, it wasn't the tail, so much as the idea of it. And of course he was right...
Posted by mittens at 11:35 PM